Fallen Angel (Camren)

Saving You (4)

Lauren Jauregui's Point Of View

The ballroom now seemed much smaller than I imagined. People were scattered all around while they had fun and drank. The party was private, only the models, shareholders and special guests could participate in that event to celebrate the opening of the new collection. Some of the outfits worn by the models, including the Fantasy Bra, were on a small stage for exhibition to the guests. In the background there was a huge banner with the picture of all the models, and in the center, as main focus, was our main Angel. Elizabeth Owen kindly asked Karla to take some photos near the mannequin that was wearing the American Diamonds Bra, for the promotion of the piece. Now the brunette would be the face responsible for the promotion of our product for a whole year; she'd appear in magazines, catalogs, billboards and everything that was linked to Victoria Secret's.

"Lauren!" The woman waved one of her hands, signaling that I should approach.

"You better get used to it." Dinah whispered as she brought the glass of champagne to her lips.

Elizabeth was on the stage, next to Karla. There was an array of photographers positioned in the front, taking all the possible photos of the model and of the most expensive lingerie that has ever belonged to that brand.

"I want you to take some pictures next to your project, and Karla."

"Oh, okay."

"Great, I'm going to call Dinah too. She's our stylist, she needs to be here." The woman spoke before descending the small stage.

My eyes followed her through the crowd, before turning towards the brunette next to me.

"Come on, look at the cameras, Lauren." The Latina said as she turned towards the lenses positioned in her direction.

I stared at her for a few seconds, and only then inched closer to the mannequin that was between us. I faced the camera lenses in front of me with my best look. I couldn't tell how many photos we took, until Dinah joined us; we were in fact the main focus of that party. Director, stylist and model. We were there for a few more minutes, answering some journalists, taking some more pictures, and only then we were fully released to enjoy the party.

"We have to make a toast!" Dinah exclaimed when we got to the table.

Elizabeth thought best to reserve a table for our arrival, which meant I'd have to stay all night next to Karla. Not that it was something bad, until now the model seemed totally impartial with my presence, as if she didn't even remember me, and that was what was bothering me.

"Let's do it!" Karla said excitedly.

The waiter immediately approached us after a signal wave from Normani; each one of us grabbed a flute of champagne.

"Let's toast to the success of this opening." The woman said.

"And to the more than perfect fashion show." Dinah completed.

"Are y'all going to toast without me?"

I heard a voice that I thought was familiar, and before the person got closer, I turned my body towards her. I couldn't believe what was happening, it was Allyson. I confess that it was a certain shock to see her after so many years, not as it had been with Camila, after all Ally and I never had any kind of disagreement; but the reencounter was always a surprise. Unlike years ago, now she was a formed woman, and with an apparently firm posture, but remained with the same angelic beauty from her adolescence. Her hair was straight and blonde, her features were no longer youthful and light, but mature, she always was the oldest of the class. Surely she must have been in her 28 years. It surprised me that Camila, even after the fame still preserved her high school friends.